ambition (to ogmd)

under an entirely subtle
and painted sky

and before 7
the jets appear lazy
arcing in lines

rising

one by one to destinations
seeming not-to-distant
from eternity

and i

who used to run
the stadium in Hanover
for the inimitable pleasure
of sweet, sweet pain

am running the long, long steps
rising, then loosely
descending the grasses

to climb again

and so i climb again
and again
and the jets climb
again, and again

and that sweet, sweet pleasure
no one

can take from the travelers
from the pilots
from the sky
from the jets

or from me